“That’s as good as letting you in on it.”
“Then let me in on it.” Ian paused. “I’m also not going to the police about the theft.”
“The police wouldn’t do s**t for you,” said Gabe.
“Last chance,” said Ian, hearing George creak his way up the stairs. “Look, if you want this, you’re going to have to trust me.”
“Trust you?” Gabe uncrossed his arms. “I don’t even know your name!”
Ian grinned. Then he turned and greeted his old boss.
“George, how’s it going?”
“Oh just fine, just fine. A little slower than I’d like recently. What brings you over for a visit?” There was just a hint of accusation in George’s voice.
Ian decided to ignore it. He hadn’t been back in this place for over five years and clearly George remembered. Well, it wasn’t like he’d had anything that needed framing.
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